Hey! I am back with an update.
Yesterday's meals were successful and <<I DID stay within my set guidelines>>. I also drank 140 ounces of water. For breakfast, I made this awesome fruit salad with peaches, raspberries and blueberries- all topped with coconut milk whipped cream. For lunch, I had grilled chicken and chia pudding. For a snack, I had a green smoothie and a couple of apple slices because I was feeling pretty hungry. Dinner lead me to be creative, tossing grated sweet potato, chopped spinach/kale, sausage and eggs into a baking dish and baking it for a healthy egg casserole. THAT was actually {REAAAALLLY} tasty. Even the junk foodies liked it.
So, last night I wanted to go running and I finally had a sitter. I put on my shoes and noticed the increasingly dark skies, but decided to keep getting ready. As I stepped foot out of the door, it started to lightning. "I am tuff, hear me roar!", I thought and I started walking toward the driveway. One loud clap of thunder quickly told me that I have two children and running during a thunderstorm would be a bad idea. Back up the sidewalk I went. I opened the door and my mom says, "what? A little rain scare you?". I gave her a look and sat down.
Even Mother Nature wants me to be fat. Sigh. I clicked on Accuweather and noted that in about 20 minutes I could probably go for a run without significant risk of lightning strike. Not sure what I'm worried about, I am only 5'1" and there are tons of trees that would make much better lightning rods than my fat self.
It was still raining when I started my run, but I didn't care. I was kid-free for 30 minutes and I had my music. Well, HAD was the key word. If you don't download your Spotify playlist, you won't be able to listen to it away from your Wi-Fi in Northwestern Pennsylvania. At this point, I'm seriously thinking "what theeeee (emphasis on 'e') hell". Anyway, I ran a mile in the rain and came back to read. I'm working on "1776" for my History of Western Civilization class. I figured I should probably get it out of the way so that I can just refer to it when necessary, instead of have pressure to read 4 giant books for one semester with two small children.
Today, I'm going to just run on the treadmill, I think. My legs are crying from yesterday's squats. I decided to amp it up a little and use 10 pound dumb bells with the squats. Yeah, no pain, no gain, right?
Yesterday's meals were successful and <<I DID stay within my set guidelines>>. I also drank 140 ounces of water. For breakfast, I made this awesome fruit salad with peaches, raspberries and blueberries- all topped with coconut milk whipped cream. For lunch, I had grilled chicken and chia pudding. For a snack, I had a green smoothie and a couple of apple slices because I was feeling pretty hungry. Dinner lead me to be creative, tossing grated sweet potato, chopped spinach/kale, sausage and eggs into a baking dish and baking it for a healthy egg casserole. THAT was actually {REAAAALLLY} tasty. Even the junk foodies liked it.
So, last night I wanted to go running and I finally had a sitter. I put on my shoes and noticed the increasingly dark skies, but decided to keep getting ready. As I stepped foot out of the door, it started to lightning. "I am tuff, hear me roar!", I thought and I started walking toward the driveway. One loud clap of thunder quickly told me that I have two children and running during a thunderstorm would be a bad idea. Back up the sidewalk I went. I opened the door and my mom says, "what? A little rain scare you?". I gave her a look and sat down.
Even Mother Nature wants me to be fat. Sigh. I clicked on Accuweather and noted that in about 20 minutes I could probably go for a run without significant risk of lightning strike. Not sure what I'm worried about, I am only 5'1" and there are tons of trees that would make much better lightning rods than my fat self.
It was still raining when I started my run, but I didn't care. I was kid-free for 30 minutes and I had my music. Well, HAD was the key word. If you don't download your Spotify playlist, you won't be able to listen to it away from your Wi-Fi in Northwestern Pennsylvania. At this point, I'm seriously thinking "what theeeee (emphasis on 'e') hell". Anyway, I ran a mile in the rain and came back to read. I'm working on "1776" for my History of Western Civilization class. I figured I should probably get it out of the way so that I can just refer to it when necessary, instead of have pressure to read 4 giant books for one semester with two small children.
Today, I'm going to just run on the treadmill, I think. My legs are crying from yesterday's squats. I decided to amp it up a little and use 10 pound dumb bells with the squats. Yeah, no pain, no gain, right?